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In all their squirming, Art suddenly freezes and looks up at Patrick with such alarm in his eyes that he freezes too. Art looks down, at where Patrick’s crotch meets his. Patrick looks down too and - oh.
Patrick’s towel is underneath Art, it must have gotten untangled in their scuffle. Patrick is completely naked on top of Art. Which wouldn’t be so bad, if only his dick wasn’t on Art’s thigh, hard as he’s ever seen it.
What the actual fuck.
Or: They fight it out then fuck it out.
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Before either can say anything, Patrick closes the distance between them with a kiss. It’s soft and chaste, nothing like their inadvertent makeout session just a few minutes ago when Tashi had pulled away from them. Patrick’s mouth still tastes like hers, mixed with the residual flavor of beer and cigarettes. The kiss is over as soon as it’d started, Patrick’s head dropping back down, looking suddenly shy.
Art definitely can’t think of what to say now. He just stays there, his mouth still open, his eyes searching Patrick’s face for answers.
“Sorry,” Patrick mutters, looking away. “Don’t really know why I did that.”
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After Tashi leaves the room the night before their Juniors final, Art and Patrick don't go right to bed. -
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“When did you take this picture…” He was stunned looking back at this picture. The clarity of the indents from Art’s perfect teeth. Patrick’s skin red from the initial irritation. He supposed he should just be lucky Art didn’t break skin. Slightly disturbed but those stupid butterflies are persistent in his stomach (and his dick), it's making him sick.
“While you were sleeping. I thought it was funny.” Art shrugged, not paying much attention to the topic. He was digging through Patrick’s backpack for something.
Patrick rolled his eyes but he can’t keep fooling Art. Art knows when there’s fondness is those eyes. “You need a fucking muzzle you know that? You’re like a puppy or something.”
“So tell me to stop when I do it.”
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Patrick’s parents are not interested in being a real family while Art has no family. They meet at Coachella. Sex and rampant drug and alcohol abuse ensue. One of them might be a little more addicted than the other. Patrick has commitment issues. Neither of them know how to set real boundaries.
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Art breaks his collarbone and has to deal with the aftermath. Turns out only being able to use one arm can be very hard at times. Fortunately, Patrick is there to help.
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Art Donaldson's Guide to Getting a Boyfriend by TippyTommy
Fandoms: Challengers (Movie 2024)
30 Oct 2025
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Art and Patrick have been friends for as long as they can remember, and sure, they mess around occasionally, but Art wants more. He can't stand the idea of having to share Patrick with anyone and devises a not so master plan to get his way.
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Art’s convinced the pews of the Sacred Heart of Hartselle Church are haunted. It’s been years since he’s stepped foot inside his father’s old labor of love, the four walls painstakingly constructed years before Art was even born. Maybe that’s why the place feels ridden with ghosts. Every Donaldson that saw the church’s construction is dead, every one except for him. He wonders if now that he’s home, they’ll collect their debts and take him too.
But there are many more ghosts waiting for him back in Hartselle, Tennessee. The most annoying one being Patrick Zweig.
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A preacher's son AU that examines Art's relationship with religion and how that effects his tumultuous affections for his best friend.
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Patrick chose Art over winning, something Tashi hadn't ever done and now won't ever do. Art had failed her, and now she has no reason to stick around. Patrick, however, has Art exactly where he wants him.
The fic has a playlist now! - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ucMUZflcnco704plnV1AN?si=e2d88373864f4e4d
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a study on the projectile motion of homemade dynamite by cloudninetynine
Fandoms: Challengers (Movie 2024)
27 Jul 2025
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The world goes black. A sharp ache blooms across his cheek, spreads upwards over his skin, and into his scalp. Disgusting pleasure erupts all over his body, and he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Fuck.
“You wanna fuck around like this?”
Another impact. Someone moans. Probably him.
“No one gets to do this to you.” Patrick says. He grabs the back of his neck and pulls his head forward, pulls him up onto his elbows. He hits him again. And again. Art never, ever wants him to stop.
or: sadomasochism is a difficult thing to get right.
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The silence in the room once Art stops shifting is louder than it was before. Patrick can’t even hear Art breathe.
He’s feeling self conscious, and Patrick is feeling bothered enough to want to make it worse.
He rolls over in Art’s direction clumsily, his opposite hand landing on the hot skin right above Art’s waistband before reaching down immediately over the fabric to press into his crotch.
Art barely has time to swear and find Patrick’s chest in the dark before Patrick speaks.
“You little liar,” he says with a grin.
OR: Art comes back late at night hard and full of lies and Patrick isn’t going to let it go. Not this time.
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Art and Patrick fight which leads to Art feeling some type of way and that ends up making Patrick force Art to feel many types of ways.
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“Patrick please! I'll do anything- just please” he begged, breath ragged and chest heaving.
“Say it.”
“Please Patrick”
“Say it goddammit” Patrick ground out in frustration
Art shook his head, tears sliding down his hot cheeks as he took deep inhalations “I want you! I fucking want you! I want us- just please”
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Art hates nepo babies. Patrick is a nepo baby. Art lets competition blind him to his true feelings. Tashi is all knowing (and a lesbian).
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Patrick's life, told through multiple scenes, from when he's a kid to when he ends up in New Rochelle, 2019.
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[He misses them, all the time.
He misses Art when he has to sleep alone in shitty motel rooms, trying to pretend like the silence isn’t bothering him. He misses Tashi whenever he’s on the court, which is all the fucking time. He misses Art when something funny happens and he automatically turns to look at him, only to find the space consistently empty. He misses Tashi whenever he jerks off in his room, coming all over his hand and thinking of her.
He misses them both whenever he sees a couple kissing. He misses them both whenever he first steps in a hotel room that looks a bit too much like the hotel back in Flushing last summer.] -
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The first time Patrick fucks Art, he loses his mind a little. Or a lot. It doesn’t happen until just over three months (97 days to be exact, but who’s counting?) into this thing the three of them have going on.
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Art emerges from the shower a half hour later, white towel wrapped around his waist and hair dripping onto his shoulders and back. He’s greeted by both of his partners sitting on the bed, and a pink lingerie set splayed out on the duvet before him.
He freezes where he’s stood, his fist clenching tighter at the knot of the towel around his waist, the muscles in his forearm twitching as he looks suddenly nervous.
Patrick grins at him, lazy and easy as Art’s blue eyes meet his, and he waves a hand at the pink lace.
“Put it on.”
There’s no room for argument in his tone, as nonchalant as it is, a clear order from his partner.
It only serves to make Art look more nervous, though, and he looks to Tashi instead, his cheeks flushed as pink as the fabric.
“Go on, put it on.”
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A married Artashi let Patrick have his way in their bed.
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Tennis’ a relationship, Tashi had said, all those years ago. He thinks that maybe he gets it now.
There’s no need for words, not now. Years of hurt and frustration poured on the field between them, each swing of their racket an insult and a confession, I miss you, I love you, I hate you, I wish you were dead, I wish we could go back, don’t leave, come back, stay.
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Art and Patrick are young, and eager to explore their sexualities. They act like tough straight boys, but a weak spot always appears when it comes to each other. Goes from their youth to their adult life, some stories will be connected some won't. Basically a collection of One-Shots. Contains SMUTTTTT this is for the horny freaks <3333
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“What about Camp Adventure?” Patrick asks.
“You mean the all girls camp upstate? How do you expect us to land that job?” Art retorts.
Patrick makes an oh face, continuing his search. “Oh I didn’t see that. What about Camp Evergreen? Tennis is one of the activities the campers do there, we could emphasize that experience on our resume.”
Art looks up Camp Evergreen and it seems to tick all the boxes. Sleepaway camp? Check. Hiring camp counselors? Check. Co-ed? Check.
Satisfied Art nods, “This actually might work, I’ll work on my application.”
A smirk reappearing in Patrick’s face,” I told you I always have good ideas.”
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Art’s dyslexic and Patrick helps him with his college essay, with a little bit of teasing as well.
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“Art would never even think about leaving you,” he shrugged effortlessly, as if they were speaking about the fucking weather and not their fucked relationship. If you could even call it that.
She’s not sure what is pulling her to be so honest right now, untactfully honest that is. She’s revealing too much that can never be taken back, peeling back too many layers that have grown fuzzy and rotten from years of being hidden in the darkness. “That’s easy for you to say Patrick.”
The smirk playing on the other alpha’s lips would’ve fooled an untrained eye, but Patrick’s hues never lie. They’re both digging into places that have remained buried for over a decade, for peace of mind, for avoidance sake, for their own mental health— for Art’s. “Remind me, whose mating bite is he wearing?”
Tashi can’t help the scoff that falls from her lips, a chuckle filled to the brim with bitterness following right after. To anyone else she probably looked insane. “Whose the alpha of his fucking kids, Patrick? Which one do you think he cares more about, huh?”
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Tashi can take anything the world throws her way. Anything but Art fucking Donaldson and Patrick fucking Zweig, apparently.
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- Part 2 of Tortured Hearts